Then they came along, laughing and chatting.

When the ball was reached they were in about the spot where Katie had first seen Ann, thirty days before.
She knew how Ann felt.

There was joy in the good stroke.

In this other game she had been playing in the last thirty days--this more difficult and more alluring game--she had come to know anew the exhilaration of bunker cleared, the satisfaction of the long drive and the sure putt.
And Katie had played a good game.

It was not strange she should have convinced others, for there were times when her game was so good as to convince even herself.